Kara?
Where's Jenna? Jenna! That's what you said. All those years I was there for you, but you said her name first.
She emerges from the shadows.
"Kara," I whisper.
You should have said my name. Kara. Kara. Kara. Like that.
She walks to the end of my bed, her shoulder, her hip, all the beauty of Kara catching the barest glimmer of light.
You love me, Locke? Do you still love me?
I've always loved you, Kara.
Hmmm.
She crawls down the length of my bed. She crawls into my arms.
Kara. I've been so worri
ed.
My arms tighten around her. Holding her. Afraid to let go.
Did you get my gift?
What?
The knife. I put it there for you. In case you need it.
You? You've been here? All this time?
Watching. I've been watching. Watching you. I need to know.
There's nothing to know.
I saw you playing house. Is that what you want? Another place like Gatsbro's to play house? But this time with Jenna?
She loves you, Kara. She cried when she found out.
She deserves to suffer the same way we suffered.
She already has. She wants to be our friend again.
She lifts herself up, looking down at me, a sliver of moonlight in her eyes.
We're together. You and me. That's all we need. That's all.
Yes, Kara. You and me.
I was always there for you. Always.
Yes.
She leans down. Her lips press against my chest. Biting me. My neck. Her teeth rough against my chin, my cheek. Her lips hover near my ear, her hot breath steaming my skin. "Say my name, Locke," she whispers. "Say it. And I'll pretend it's the first time."
I want to push her away, but instead I kiss her back and feel the bite of her lips. And then I whisper, "Kara."